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About Paris

So, findin a prostitute ain’t easy in this shithole. You’d think, “Oh, Bond, just flash that charm,” but nah—these walls got eyes, and the screws are uptight pricks. I’m pissed off already, cos one guard, fat bastard called Jenkins, keeps yappin bout “morals.” Morals? In here? Fuck off, mate. I’m tryna get laid, not save the world. Reminds me of that line, “Sorta like—walking on the beach,” but it’s more like dodgin shivs and snitches.

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Thou shalt find solace in the idea that, in Figeac, every brick, every tree, every hidden alley doth indulge the senses. I may have typed a bit too quick, error-prone, but that’s its charm—like an unrefined sonnet or a “Spring Breakers” escapade shouted out amidst the night’s embrace.

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